#reconnection
It has been three years.
I've been thinking of you;
quoting you in conversations
and realizing you were away;
stopping before calling you
because I thought you had forgotten me;
not texting you because I didn't want
to be marked as spam.
It has been three years.
Life has gone on,
I have things to tell you.
Three years of things
I couldn't tell you.
Now that we've met again
I'll say it:
It had been three years.
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 11:07 AM UTC
Now I am breathing fear
In and out
In and out
The shame is all I hear
But all I am still is
floating
In awareness.
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 7:36 PM UTC
You hated the smell of cigarettes
So I stopped smoking
Even when you're long gone
I still haven't picked it back up
Because I am still hopeful
That you'll come back
Bumping into you, talking to you
And still showing
I cared about the little things
After all this time
Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 1:18 PM UTC
Don’t believe the words I wrote
in that fleeting moment of storm,
about forgetting you.
They were born of hurt,
not truth.
My eternity,
still longs for you.
Even silence,
echoes your name.
May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 3:38 PM UTC
I’ve always said that I lack self-control
Can’t make a horse stop to drink
Can't get my thoughts complete
No matter how much I think
I try to think my morality is a compass, but I’m scared,
That this is only true if someone needs me
To navigate, I don't know where I’m going
So what good is a compass to me? I don't want
To go places, I just want to go
With people, and if I can be with people
I’ll think of myself a guide, a mentor, a helper.
But riding on the whims of others is no form
Of Discipline, the kind our parents gave us
Wasn't real because discipline isn't something
Given its something found inside yourself,
And I’m still searching because Im weak
To my own desires as I am to others
And I’m even weaker still to you
I didn't even need to be with people
When I could be with you, it scared me.
I’m a Grandfather clock floating off the seaside
And every hour on the hour thoughts of you bang
Through my head like piano notes, starting few
In the afternoon, Ring, Ring-Ringg, Ring-Ringg-Ringgg
You sound in my mind a dozen times every midnight
And while I flow above this Green Sea, I see a light-
House, Shining Pink-Orange at me, but theres a gray
Fog between us, not gray ash, but blue-gray, like Chartreux
I checked your spotify today, I'm sure you can tell,
One of the bangs told me to, and we both know
How well I say no, But i'm glad it did, because it
Let me know, that you feel the gray too, and maybe Pink-Orange as well?
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 5:48 PM UTC
I spoke to you last Friday,
Lights dim and skirts brushing the floor.
You were wearing folds of blue,
Clad in pleats and flowers.
We talked about nothing of importance,
Pockets and converse and models.
I kept waiting for that recognition,
The twinge in my chest I always feel.
I didn't feel it.
I looked at your face, heard your voice,
Eyes shadowed with sparkle.
I didn't miss you.
I remember our late-night chats,
Endless conversations just like this one.
I couldn't see that girl in you.
I wonder, I can't help it,
If you felt that way as well?
One thought stuck in my mind,
A question you will never hear;
When you were choosing your dress,
In a colour I always loved on you,
The shade of blue I say you've always shone in.
Did I ever cross your mind?
Did you think of me?
Did you remember my praises fondly,
Remember the colour I loved you to wear?
I kept thinking of that dress after that,
Of our first conversation since you left.
I miss that girl.
But I don't miss you.
I think I could be friends with you,
The girl in the light blue dress.
The girl I used to know.
Dec 13, 2024
Dec 13, 2024 at 2:03 PM UTC
Where did the sunlight go
that we used to lace between the
gaps in our fingers?
Remember how we would make threads
from the light and tie them to our
hopes to string them along as we'd navigate
our childhood dreams?
Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 5:10 PM UTC
I was always a seeker
of deeper meaning and truth
no matter how painful they might be
because nothing else could promise liberation
you either play inside a cobweb
or break it
For me the cobweb took little longer
to untangle but at least it did
Shall I indulge in grief
for the time wasted
or listen to the loud voice of
my fearless eternal soul
not a hard choice as
reconnection is already made.
Jul 11, 2021
Jul 11, 2021 at 7:19 AM UTC
Time comes and goes,
Yet here we are.
The same as we once were,
Only slightly different.
Feelings have not changed.
Forever I will love you.
Forever you will be my standard.
Nothing every changes my darling,
So welcome back.
Shall we pick up where we left off?
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC
Ní lovers stray i bhfad ar feadh fada, a ndán ag Dia, siad Reconnect i gcónaí !! Is breá ag a fearr !!!
(Old Irish tongue)
English version-
Lovers don't stray far for to long, their destined by God, they always reconnect!! love at its best!!!
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC
All of my life
I wanted to be
your little girl
I tried
even after you
forgot to pick me up
forgot it was "our weekend"
forgot how to love
me.
I bent over backwards
attempting to be
the apple of your eye
but you were always looking
just past me
like I wasn't even there
It took me a long time
to grasp the fact that
people change
that you had changed
it took me even longer
to realize your distance
wasn't my fault
I know I have haunted you
the child you tried to forget
the one that always
loved you
especially when
you didn't deserve it
I hope your guilt never dies out
I hope it continues to consume you
that me, finding you, giving you another
undeserved chance
eats you alive
what kind of man are you?
are you even a man
at all?
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC
all fell silent around me
tho could hear humansounds from highway now ethereal
as if noise had been turned down on world
no longer screeching threat
where is everyone what are they doing
suddenly irrelevant as now realized
piece of every soul i ever touched
i carry with me forever
i light at night to keep warm
big fireside grinning buddha meditation
never forgetting
until so swollen with joy of
our six degrees beautiful imperfect chaos crashing
can hardly breathe but to love everyone
all better now no longer cold and empty
can feel multitude of proud heartbeats
can hear a thousand new cough lungs
sweet histories and meanings
left with calm immobility no need to tell
they know too the cold night old soul warm heart connection
now sure of this
paralyzing somatic reconnection
creep thru solemn autumn garden
whoever's next in line
can have what's left
done fighting
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 4:38 PM UTC